(Layla’s POV)
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I sat on the edge of the bathtub, my phone vibrating incessantly on the counter, flashing Skylar’s name on the screen. It was probably him trying to call me about the news of him been seen with a blonde woman. I ignored it, just as I had a dozen times ago.
The answer of him mysteriously left home in the middle of the night with secret calls, and offering half-hearted excuses were already answered. I should be angry and upset but something bigger had occupied my mind that day.
Seated on the toilet bowl again, I did the third test wanting to confirm what I was seeing.
My heart pounded as I stared at the small plastic stick in my trembling hand. It was absurd. Impossible, really. “No, this can’t be happening”
After years of struggling with my infertility is
